Courageous Cowards

Courageous Cowards vs. Humble Heroes


How to consider this world? - Vastly differing opinions and ideas.
Mankind paints its portraits - a lifelike, living galleria.

Unassuming each other is the courageous coward on one side,
Stubbornly they garner strength, maintaining foolish pride.

Made like an umbrella of divine protection are life's humble heroes,
Stabilizing a shaky world that otherwise would add up to zeros.

Indispensable, is the rare life's input of saints from who-knows-where?
But no matter - the majority of mankind does not seem to really care.

Like "Any port in a storm," the steady rock mankind desperately seeks to grasp,
As many the stones along the beach, each rock becomes a deadly asp.

Instead of todays true peace of the solitary loving soul,
The gist of life has taken a terrible and heavy toll.

Then why no peace in this world of crowded elbow room,
Whose destiny is headed towards its own-blinded doom?

Yet those who hope in whatever accommodates their lifelong fancy,
Holds what they deem the answer, yet even their proof is rather chancy.

In these clouded heads, yet sure in their beliefs mankind travels onward,
Towards an unknown destination, cowards and heroes traverse forward.

Simplicity is the key assigned to the hero's humble existence,
Gasping for shared polluted air, they struggle with persistence.

Then, instead of stepping back to see what life is really about,
Courageous cowards would rather, to the world, their standing - shout.

Here in this poem some would label these words as meaningless and trite,
That is their prerogative - that is their divine right.

Equality is for those, who looking beyond themselves, see more than printed word,
For of such is life given to their hearts and with their hearts, they have heard.

Kindly Heaven waits not only for the afterlife of the body's migrated soul,
But also for the present flesh, whose future would be made whole.


Eden of heaven will be denied the pride of the courageous cowards
Whose refusal to budge inward - being their own damnation - that which they have soured.

Yearning selfishly, the hard-hearted belong to the soil of this wandering planet,
Their own legacy - a heart and soul made of pure granite.

This destiny for mankind was not designed by me,
But the answer revealed - mankind's future soon, yet to be.

Old and worn is the earth and its primary occupants,
Refreshing regeneration - the renewal of heaven's sycophants.

Life among the stars, not a single weapon of destruction will be found,
For weapons of all types, is the reason man finds himself on this ground.

Indispensable will be the lowly soul, whose fortitude will last forever,
Heaven, being greater than life given, among brothers and sisters, will never sever.

Find what you will, in this poem of supposed unrelated terminologies,
Eternity will not usher, nor will come forth with any apologies.

Eternity is the door to this life, and the true in heart will see,
That with the first letter of beginning lines, is the key you need to see - and be.